Steve sees the bear and smiles a bit less brightly than he had a moment ago. This child must not have many friends if he needs a constant companion in a toy. Steve was the same way when he was very young. Until he met Bucky.

"I see. Well, you're having quite the adventure then." Steve leans over and gives Fredbear a knowing nod, as though the toy had spoken up. "I see. Yes, good to know you're taking care of him. How very thoughtful of you Mr. Bear."

Was the accident how he ended up in such a place? It would be easy to assume so, since the child looks to be more or less alright. Steve rips a sheet out of his sketchbook and hands it to Theo.

"Would you like to draw with me?"